Chapter 43
Elise
E nzo approaches me with enough fire burning in his eyes to light me on fire. I let my dress fall to the floor and watch his slow progress across the room. The whole time we were dancing at the club, I couldn’t help imagining what it would be like to be passed between the four of them in bed. In the car, I thought Enzo was going to suggest something like that, but the conversation took a turn that made me think he was going to shut down on me again.
Not willing to let that happen, I decided to take matters into my own hands. And it worked like a charm; Enzo is prowling towards me, and I have to resist the urge to run away from him. I know he’d catch me and give me what I want, but tonight was so different from the way it’s been since I moved into his house. I want to see what will happen if I let him catch me while we’re both still high on the endorphins from our night out.
When he reaches me, he lifts me up by my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He presses his lips to mine, forcing his tongue into my mouth and hungrily searching for mine. I moan and cup his cheeks with my hands, already so desperate for him. If he tried to lay me down and fuck me on the stairs, I wouldn’t complain. But he doesn’t do that. Instead, he steps forward and starts up the stairs, maintaining his hold on me and barely letting either of us get a breath in between kisses.
To my surprise, he bypasses my room and continues down the hall to his door. I’ve never been in his room, and I can’t stop myself from looking around when we get through the door. The room is dark but as my eyes adjust, I can make out a big bed against the wall opposite the door. There’s a closet and a bathroom to my left.
“Quit snooping,” he growls, carrying me over to the bed.
“I’m not snooping,” I retort. “I’m… observing my surroundings. Checking for intruders.”
“There are no intruders in my house.”
“Confidence killed the cat,” I warn.
“What are you—Nevermind.” He shakes his head, and I smile sweetly.
“Perhaps there’s a better use for my mouth,” I suggest. I’m willing to keep misusing common phrases to frustrate him until he forces me to stop talking, but I’d rather just skip right to the good part.
Enzo shakes his head again. “You’re in quite the mood tonight. Is it because of all the dancing?”
“Maybe,” I say, shrugging. “Your room is nice.” I know I’m being weird and awkward, but being in his room feels more significant than I would’ve expected, and I’m deflecting.
He looks around and then back at me, narrowing his eyes. “Uh… Thanks.”
“If you’re not going to fuck me in it, can we call someone who will?”
The next thing I know, he drops me on the bed and follows me down, immediately searching out my pussy with his hands and filling me with two fingers. “Sorry, princess,” he growls as he lifts one of my legs up to rest against his shoulder. “Just me, tonight.”
“Tonight?” I pant, already worked up from the dancing and the sexual tension between us in the car. I don’t get to ask him what he means by that because he uses his other hand to rub tight circles around my clit, and I get lost in the pleasure coursing through my body. “Fuck! Enzo!”
“That’s it, baby. Scream my name. Come on my fingers. I want you soaked before I fuck you.”
My orgasm builds low in my belly, and I grind against his hands, bracing myself with my leg against his torso and relishing the way he has me spread wide for him. The first spasms hit, and he keeps his pace steady. His focus is on my face, and I know he’s paying attention to every breath I take and every sound that leaves my lips.
When my climax crashes into me, I clamp my eyes shut.
“Open your fucking eyes,” he says, a warning in his voice as he continues to hit the perfect spot inside of me. “Look at me while I give you everything.”
My moans fade to whimpers as I come down from the height of pleasure, and Enzo slowly removes his fingers. He holds them out for me, and I push myself up to my elbows to take them in my mouth.
“You wanted me to find a use for your mouth,” he reminds me.
I can taste the tangy flavor of my release, and I maintain eye contact when I suck his digits into my mouth.
He breaks the connection between us when he looks down, and it’s the only warning I get before he surges forward, filling me with one smooth thrust. I start to sit up in surprise, but his fingers are still in my mouth, and I gag on them. Without thinking, I bite down, and Enzo shouts, “Fuck!”
My leg is still propped up on his shoulder, but he leans forward anyway, stretching me to my limits when he puts his face right in front of mine. He puts the hand that I just bit around my throat—not hard enough to cut off my air supply but enough that I can’t move.
“You’re lucky that was just my hand,” he growls. His pace slows until he is punching his hips forward and then slowly pulling out, filling my pussy with a squeeze of my throat and then relaxing his hand when I’m empty.
The whole experience—the measured thrusts, being in his room, his hand on my throat—is more intensely emotional than anything I’ve ever experienced. I couldn’t look away from him if I tried, and it feels like we’re speaking to each other through our stares.
I have so many unanswered questions after tonight, and I hope he’s open to providing those answers soon.
“Elise,” he groans. “The things you do to me. To all of us. Fuck! I can’t hold off any longer. Come on my cock, baby. I want to feel you. Squeeze the life out of me. I’m going to shoot my cum so deep inside of you that it won’t come out until tomorrow.”
The idea of him filling me so completely is what pushes me over the edge, and I do exactly what he said. “Oh my fucking god!” My pussy grabs him so tightly that he couldn’t pull out if he wanted to, and I can feel each spurt of cum as he paints my walls.
“That’s right, baby. I’m the god of fucking,” he pants, sitting back on his knees and looking down at me with a knowing smirk. “Remember that when the other three get too confident in their skills.”
He lies down next to me in his bed and wraps his arms around me. For the first time, I snuggle into his side. Every time he’s come to my room since I moved in, he’s been out the door within moments of him finishing.
I drift off to sleep feeling happy and content in a lot of ways but also incredibly confused. There were several times tonight when I thought he was going to tell me he’s okay with the other three fucking me. I’d even started to wonder if he was going to bring up the five of us being in a relationship together, however that would look for us.
But every time, he either stopped talking or changed the subject.
Tomorrow, I have to ask him. What do I have to lose? I still don’t know what will happen after we solve the case. But if he’s not going to let me go, he’s going to have to let them in.